spring

A little something for what ails you

It’s just-spring here in Michigan and each little green shoot is a jigger of encouragement. So is this poem, “Thank You” by Ross Gay, which I left in a pile of dead leaves at the end of a church parking lot.   Thank You by Ross Gay If you find yourself half naked and barefoot […]

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Fleeting forsythia, finally

I found this poem last spring, just after the last forsythia bush had turned green. I had to wait a whole year for the next blooming, and then I found that the poem is absolutely right. No one does plant forsythia anymore. The forsythia I found was mostly on private property. Private property with overgrown […]

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Soon and very soon

March 1912                               –Postcard, en route westward by Natasha Trethewey   At last we are near breaking the season, shedding our coats, the gray husk   of winter.  Each tree trembles with new leaves, tiny blossoms, the flashy   dress of […]

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Spring clean-up for Poem Elf

    I don’t often have the chance to monitor my poem-elfings once they’re up.  I do wonder what happens to the poems I’ve left behind, but I don’t pursue my curiosity.  It’s the fate of former boyfriends in the pre-Facebook age.  They may have grown bald, fat and alcoholic, but we used to be […]

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